Then there were three of us.

The dogs got bored when the shouting stopped and has since passed out. I'm not sure how conscious Emma really is at this point, so maybe i's just two. She barely moves when Al finally slices through the plastic fastening her to the dog cage.

She pushes herself up slowly but slumps to the floor when he nudges her along. Her ass is beginning to form nasty bruises so the puddle of a human being that was my friend avoids letting it touch the solid concrete floor. Her chest and lower abdomen have dark red lines where she lay smashed into the cage for what seemed like hours.

The lipstick she wore had wiped off sometime during her spit-roasting, but plenty of mascara still pooled up under her eyes and streaked her face. I could see semen leaking out of both of her gaping holes. With all the wreckage though she wasn't crying anymore. My roommate seemed almost relaxed. It's possible that her brain had just been turned to mush I guess, but some part of me was feeling a pang of envy over her.

Al ignores the sloppy mess grinning to herself and staring off mindlessly. He unlocks the cage. and nods to me.